八月の物語

•☆° My August Parade °☆•

This is my attempt to compiling a month-worth of daily prompts! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

I’ve been writing about a lot of things, about and for a lot of people. This time, I’d like to write for me.You can call this compilation a present from me to me ＼(＾▽＾*) My wishes and all I shall write in here…

It’s my birth month afterall so I’ll do my best

author’s note: the images featured in the poems aren’t mine…all credits go to their rightful owners…

-Prompts-

– when I saw the prompt, the first thing that sparkled to my mind was “sun-kissed…princess” then I pictured Disney’s Jasmine 🙂 She’s beautiful…sun-kissed- truly delicate but also strong… She seeks adventure and has a genuine passion for wonders…I wish I could be the same ✨

– the word reminded me of Tangled’s Rapunzel 💕 I admire how despite all her circumstances she remained pure of heart. Her passion for freedom and truth made her remarkable. She’s always been able to express her heart’s desires loud and clear. I wish I’d be able to do the same. To have courage amidst all uncertainties; unshaken by the unknown and steadfast towards my goals. Hopeful. Faithful. A seeker. ✨ 😊

‘It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we’d drink it anyways.’ (-atticus)

– when I read the prompt, an old memory surfaced; and I needed nothing else to start writing. The poem speaks for itself 😅 Not all love are spoken…it hurts sometimes but it’s not all bad. I really do think that love is truer done than said. Requited or not, loving is never a shortcoming; be it in romance or family or friendship. I wish for me to be able to heal from whatever heartaches I have experienced and have the courage to be able to fully love again. ✨

– the first thing that came to my mind was Netflix’s Lucifer. I mean…right??? The devil: in all his powerful and “evil” existence. He was 🔥 FAZED 🔥. By Chloe’s very being and obviously the things she makes him feel. I love this series ✨ 💕 One reason is because I relate closely to the characters (yes, not just one…I relate to lots of them in various aspects) 😅 and I wish that one day, I also get to realize my very own heart and be able to embrace my vulnerabilities and let myself be loved in all my flaws and imperfections 🌼

– when I saw the prompt, it felt so vast– vague if you may… Like traveling towards some unknown place; somewhere meant to be but haven’t yet found. Then I thought of me in the deepest, most cavernous pit of my core and how I wish for someone to just tear down this thick ass wall I’ve perfectly built to “protect” myself but instead turned out to have trapped me in 😅 This is kind of a plea to that someone who’s one way or another bound to find me: my coddiwompler. I wish for that person to have the courage and will to not falter amidst the vastness and uncertainties of my very being. 😅 ✨

“Totem”(Definition: an object (such as an animal or plant) serving as the emblem of a family or clan and often as a reminder of its ancestry; also : a usually carved or painted representation of such an object)

– ‘totem’…the first thought that came to mind was my poetry. One day, when all that’s left of me are memories, I’d like my soul to be cached into each and every one of my writings. Such that when someone reads my brain babies, I’d like for them to see fragments of my history. That is why I wish for me to be able to write more poetry without losing my very core; to be able to instill my very being into everything I write 🙂 especially when I’m out of words or feeling uninspired 😅 ✨

– when I read the prompt, I thought of me and my internal struggle. I have been called an empath; as if it’s some kind of disease. I mean- sure, I may feel too much for way too many BUT I don’t think that’s something I should be sorry for. Being able to feel for someone makes me understand a lot of things. It makes me thankful for what I have, and motivated to be a better person towards people who, like me, struggles. However, I often forget about my own emotions… it’s harder to get angry at someone or be mad about something, or be sad for my own— I just hurt all together. It’s harder to feel anything personal, and I tend to set aside my own pain to be there for others. Not knowing it’s eating me inside. And so this is my war cry– the me that I buried deep within my safe zone. 😅 I wish someday, I’d be able to let myself feel again. Give a little more focus to my own emotions. And still be a good friend to others. ✨

– when I saw the prompt, I remembered my “first crush”. It was… unrequited 😅 I couldn’t even muster a confession. But it’s okay, it all turned out okay in the end…he had his happy ending and me- well, my story hasn’t ended yet. Stay strong and floofy, Panda ✨

“Omnium-gatherum”(Definition: a miscellaneous collection (as of things or persons))

– I think “omnium-gatherum” is a lovely way to describe my very being…I am a patchwork…a floofy one 😊✨ of heartaches and mistakes; of hopeful believings and wishful thinkings… I am well aware that I’m far from perfect and I can only hope it’s alright…”I’m a beautiful piece of art!” or so I’d like to think 😂 but in all my flaws and imperfections, I know my love is whole 🌼

“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”–(Madeline Miller)

– when I read the prompt, I immediately knew of what I’d call my piece…and the words just flowed through ✨ …a man who could lay down his armor and be honest and trust me with his vulnerable side…how I’d love to have me such partner 💕 I’ll wait.

– when I saw the prompt, I thought of snowflakes and how beautiful, gentle, and fragile they are…and how cruel a fate awaits such wonderful pieces of art. And yet despite that, I can only ever be in awe of their beauty and sheer existence. ❄️❄️❄️

“Smite”(Definition: 1. To strike sharply or heavily especially with the hand or an implement held in the hand. 2a: to kill or severely injure by so striking, 2b: to attack or afflict suddenly and injuriously.)

– …i just- well…I wondered what the most painful thing that can happen to someone who loves. And yah- loving someone who doesn’t value you. And so I wrote this poem with that in mind wishing those who went through the same pain to be able to heal and love again; starting with themselves. 😊

“Why do you write like you’re running out of time?”–( Hamilton the musical )

– funny how timely the prompt is for me rn 🙂 I mean literally I’ve been hustling just keeping up with this August Prompt thingy; given how busy I’ve been lately I can barely keep up tbh 😅 but then it isn’t all about that…it made me ponder; wonder. And well, this poem is my answer I guess. The one I found deep within my thoughts. To me, what’s more terrifying than death is being forgotten, specially by the people I value the most. 😐

– when I read the prompt, I thought of all the things that I am and I am not. Of all things miscible. I am one too many things with one too many thoughts. It can get all too confusing sometimes but I love me. I should. 😊 ✨

– when I saw the prompt, I thought of people who got burnt out of love and those who burned too much in it. And I thought of why that happens. I realized that to love truly is to love with all you got trusting that you can leave it to the other person to love you with all they’ve got. It’s not necessarily foolish; sometimes it’s actually beautiful- faith not just trust. It’s not that you don’t love yourself…just that you trust the ones you love to give you love; and I think that’s beautiful. I am not romanticizing foolishness, I’m appreciating faith. But well, often times it turns out to be a stupid decision in the end. 😂😂😅

– this poem was one of the fastest I’ve written so far 😊 it speaks for itself. It’s in this poem where I somewhat painted what happens within my very core being almost all the time.😅 I am a conflicted soul; lost but resolved. I’m still running…

– this poem goes to my ultimate friend: my sister (like sister blood-sister sister 🙂 ) I’m not the type of person who shares emotions…but she always sees right through me. Sometimes I think she understands my heart better than I do 😅😅 I needn’t say anything. She just knows when I need a hug, or a nudge, or a shaking, or a wake up slap, or a calm down sappy kiss on the cheek 😊 I am thankful…I love her. Way more than any poetry can express… 💖

– some people were meant to enter your life; some of them aren’t meant to stay. Sometimes letting go is way too hard you end up holding too tight. Locking yourself in memories and regrets. I wish someday I’d be able to let go of the pain and fears I’ve been tightly holding on forever 🌼✨

– when I saw the prompt, the first word that came to my mind was ‘endless‘… the picture… it felt endless- scary endless. I remember the times when I’d feel lost midair. Groundless. Void. Just falling. Just there, suspended in existence. Then I wrote. •-•

– if you saw what I did with the title, then hello there awesome person 😉 😀 I am a programmer. When I thought about the prompt, I thought about my team and how they really help me get through everyday. No matter how hard and heavy the tasks are, we’ve always got each other’s backs and I am nothing but thankful 💖 cheers to all the awesome teams I’ve been in 🍻✨

– I’ve always been a lone wolf. I’ve never really had a circle. I am never lonely tho ✨ I’m rarely lonely alone. Although sometimes, being alone with my mind is a little scary 😅 and so I let it wander 😊

– I realize that sometimes, even when the most obvious answer is letting go…we choose to hold on simply because it’s all we’ve got. We like patching things with haphazard makeshifts just to have something to hold on to. And it’s sad. 😔 I wish for everyone who’s in this situation to be able to find the courage and strength to let go. Not of hope but of the illusion that waiting for a person to be the right one would eventually make him/her THE right one; when he/she never was. ✨👊

– ah, empathy…I’m way too familiar with empathy. 😅 As I’ve stated previously, I’ve been “labeled” as one…not that it’s something I’m proud of…but I’m not ashamed of it either 😀 but I agree that knowing everything isn’t always nice. Sometimes, it hurts you more than you’d think. 😅

– often I prefer being alone…sometimes I wonder whether or not I could ever be together with someone. And I think I can. I think… I can be alone together with someone whose presence means more than my solitude 😊✨

– I think I’m writing about my own mind and how I think it seems to me 🙂 I mean…I’m often alone with it. And I love its company. 😊✨ my mind…it’s literally none of those things int the poem and all of it at the same time. 👊✨